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Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn: Waiting by the Bat-Signal That Never Rings

Margot Robbie, the actress who turned Harley Quinn from a cartoon sidekick into a pop-culture juggernaut with pigtails, sequins, and a Brooklyn drawl sharp enough to slice drywall, admitted on August 22 that she has “heard nothing” from DC Studios about reprising the role in James Gunn’s rebooted DC Universe. Let’s pause on that phrase—heard
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Silicon Nationalism: Trump Buys a Piece of Intel

On August 22, 2025, President Donald Trump announced that the U.S. government is now the proud owner of 10% of Intel. That’s right—your tax dollars have been converted into ~433.3 million non-voting shares priced at $20.47 each. Wall Street analysts say the investment is worth between $8.9 billion and $11.1 billion, depending on whether you
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Deportation by Stopwatch: Trump’s TPS Hunger Games

The Trump administration has rediscovered its favorite pastime: deportation as sport. On August 20, 2025, the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals granted the White House an emergency stay that lets officials move forward with ending Temporary Protected Status (TPS) for roughly 60,000 migrants from Honduras, Nicaragua, and Nepal. Nothing says “America First” like telling the
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The Disappearing Act of Green Arrow: James Gunn’s DCU and the Case of the Missing Archer

If you squint hard enough, you can almost see him: the man in green tights, a quiver full of metaphorical arrows, lurking somewhere in the dusty backlog of Warner Bros. IP rights. But according to James Gunn—the self-appointed town crier of the DC Universe—Green Arrow isn’t so much missing in action as he is missing
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Peacock, Plucked but Proud: Why I’ll Follow MSNBC Anywhere (Even Into MS NOW)

The news broke: MSNBC is cutting ties with NBC’s Peacock, shedding the feathers, and rebirthing itself as MS NOW. And while some people are clutching pearls over the rebrand, I have one thing to say: take my Peacock, take my vowels, take whatever you want—just don’t take Rachel Maddow’s monologues away from me. This is
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Weapons, Freakier Fridays, and the Death Rattle of Sydney Sweeney’s Americana

The box office has once again delivered its weekend sermon, and America, faithful parishioner that it is, dutifully attended services with popcorn in hand. We were given horror, we were given nostalgia, we were given Bob Odenkirk with bruised knuckles, and—because capitalism cannot function without a sacrificial lamb—we were given Sydney Sweeney’s Americana quietly smothered



